Forever Poi, The Real McCoy

A real deal—you can get Forever Poi, the Triple Threat Investigation Agency private investigators’ third case, for 99 cents.

In that proverbial nutshell, JJ, Rey and Linda have to determine who torched two upscale art galleries—and left two bodies in the rubble.

Ald marched into the main office with Linda immediately behind, a thin layer of sweat veiling his handsome, peevish face and flecking a cream-colored polo shirt.

“Welcome.” With a scornful smile, I brandished an arm like a gentleman usher might someone of lesser rank.

Glowering, he cast an eye over the room. “I don’t see you on the phone.”

“We decided to wait until you officially brought those flat feet inside, Detective Hives—er—Ives,” Rey purred, getting up and grabbing the mobile phone from a custom-made black sideboard.

He flipped her the bird and eyed a stylish, contemporary black desk, one of two my friends had finally agreed upon, after a small [over-the-top] free-for-all at a furniture shop. Sitting on a corner, he murmured, “Not bad. Not bad at all.”

“We like it,” I said as Linda dropped onto the sofa beside me. We’d taken possession of the Chinatown office last November, just before completing our second key case: The Coco’s Nuts Affair. The first one had been named The Gruesome Twosome Case, thanks to the two central (f’g demented) players. There’d also been a bad guy nicknamed Mr. Gruesome, due to an ugly visage only a mother could love, but we’d opted to keep it at Twosome.

The Coco’s Nuts Affair had involved multiple murders, all tied to the death of Jimmy Silone Picolo III, a diversified local entrepreneur also allegedly into racketeering and loansharking. This time, there’d been three killers, two in cahoots, and one we’d not in a million years have believed capable of serving as assassin. It went to show that you truly couldn’t judge a book by its cover.

“Xavier’s on speaker,” Rey announced, smacking Ald’s shoulder as she slipped past and dropped onto a second, smaller sofa.

“Hey A,” Ald said.

“A?” Rey mouthed.

My response was a you-got-me shrug.

“Have you heard the news?” the detective asked.

“I’ve been on the road with meetings and missions since noon. I just finished up in Mililani. What’s shaking?” Traffic hummed in the background as Xavier’s baritone voice boomed over the speaker.

Ald adjusted the volume. “Two galleries are pretty close to being cinders, specifically the ones belonging to Carlos Kawena and James-Henri Ossature. Weren’t you supposed to be here for Carlos’ 6-tu-8 do?”

“I had to be somewhere. But I had drinks with Carlos last night to celebrate his forty-sixth and he provided a sneak-peak of the exhibit.” Xavier’s voice had taken on a serious, business-like tone. “What happened? Is he okay?”

“We found a body that wasn’t recognizable. All I know at this stage is that it’s pretty certain the fire was no accident. The only thing I can confirm is the little intimate soirée ended at eight on the nose. He’d planned to leave the gallery no later than 8:20 to be at a snooty function at nine. The fire was called in at 8:35 p.m.”

“Did he show up at that affair?”

“He didn’t tell me much about it. And I haven’t been able to reach James-Henri.”

Rey, Linda and I gazed solemnly at one another.

“Where can I meet you?”

“I’m at the Triple Threat Investigation Agency.” Ald snickered and rolled intense Maya-blue eyes. He’d always found the name of the agency comical, but hadn’t mentioned that until a few weeks ago. In truth, I’d never liked it much either, but my theatrical over-the-top cousin, also a part-time actress (commercials primarily these days), had insisted upon it. Arguing with her was rarely worth the effort, so the Triple Threat Investigation Agency it was.

If you’d like to see how they deal with a cast of curious (if not treacherous) characters, please check the P.I.s here . . .

https://www.amazon.ca/Forever-Poi-Tyler-Colins/dp/1079716483

Forever Poi, Please Enjoy . . .

. . . our last caper for 99 cents!  Hey, it’s Rey (again).

For less than a buck, you can get Forever Poi, our fourth Triple Threat Investigation Agency book and third official case.  So, what can I do to tweak your interest?  How about some highlights?

♠   two art galleries get torched (and two bodies are found in the ashes) . . . and guess who gets to figure out who the perp is?

♠   one of the deceased is—er, was—a gallery partner . . . and guess who’d just had a real ugly break-up?

♠   the sister of said gallery partner is a stunning femme fatale . . . and guess who’s got a twisted past, in addition to a couple of not-too-happy ex-hubbies?

♠   lover(s) of said femme fatale are beyond smitten . . . and guess how far they’d go to please her?

There’s a whole whack more, but that’s all I’m going to share today.  He-he.

Please check us out at:

https://www.amazon.ca/Forever-Poi-Tyler-Colins/dp/1079716483

Forever Poi, Oh Boy!

Our third official case as Oahu-based P.I.s, Forever Poi is available for 99 cents for a couple more days.  Oh boy, what a deal!  Hi there, it’s JJ today.

Poi is the fourth book, as an FYI, in the Triple Threat Investigation Agency mystery series.  We’re out to learn who burned down two art galleries . . . and left two bodies in the ashes.  There are a number of potential perps, each as intriguing (and treacherous) as the other. 

Here’s an excerpt:

“Why do you suppose he’s not returned calls?” Rey asked as we followed the Jag along Kapiolani, five cars behind. “Guilt? Sadness? A combination of?”

“Only he can answer that.”

“Who’s the woman looking very Audrey Hepburn?”

“The same one I’ve seen twice already.”

“But who is she?”

“Your guess is—”

“As good as mine, yeah.”

“Xavier mentioned a half sister. Maybe that’s her.”

“From what little I’ve seen, there’s absolutely no resemblance. James-Henri has a dumpling nose and a donut-round face.”

“And he has hazel eyes while hers are powder-blue,” I added. “I did say ‘maybe’.”

“She’s certainly very attractive. And that designer red lipstick is awesome.”

The sporty car pulled into one of three empty spaces before a row of unexceptional townhouse-condos near Ward and Prospect. Most had once been dusty pink and were now just plain dusty. I maneuvered into a parking spot on the street.

Rey scanned stores and checked her cell. “That’s Carlos’ place.”

“Really?” I looked at her, surprised. “How do you know?”

“Gail emailed just before you picked me up. She told me she’d be researching the two as soon as she got home, but had done some preliminary stuff and came across this address. Given his background and everything, she found it weird.” She appeared perturbed. “Not what you’d expect a successful gallery owner-slash-consultant to live in, is it?”

“He did have financial issues according to Ald.”

She gestured the duo. “They don’t appear to want to do much but yak and watch.”

“Maybe they know we’re back here.”

“Then why stop?”

“You got me,” I replied with a fleeting smile, keeping a vigilant eye on the two lest they shot off again.

“He must have a key.”

I concurred.

“It’s odd that Carlos lived here and James-Henri there. I mean, they were lovers, at least until recently. I can’t imagine one allowing the other to live in such a . . . a blah place.”

“Blah?” I grinned.

“Ugly. Cheap. It’s not in keeping with the lifestyle or persona he was projecting.”

“You mean successful gallery owner?” I asked dryly, noting that neither sportscar occupant appeared anxious or concerned.

Rey grunted into her cell when taiko drumming announced a call. “We got James-Henri and an Audrey Hepburn wannabe in sight. What’s up? You at the office?” She glanced at me and shrugged. After a few uh-huhs, she disconnected. “Lindy-Loo wants us to head home when we’re able.”

“Is she all right?”

“She’s something, that’s for sure,” my cousin replied flatly and gestured. “Our prey aren’t doing much.”

“Either are we,” I said regretfully.

“To hell with that.” With Reynalda Fonne-Werde melodramatic (reckless) flair, my cousin sprang from the Jeep and strode purposefully to the Jag.

I hope I’ve whet your whistle enough that you might want to check us out …

https://www.amazon.ca/Forever-Poi-Tyler-Colins/dp/1079716483

No Ploy, Forever Poi

It’s Rey, hey!  My turn to invite you to invest 99 cents in the Forever Poi promo, running today thru the 13th.   No game, no joke – a mere 99 cents (woo-hoo).

Poi is our third case as Oahu P.I.s  For those who aren’t familiar with us, we’re private eyes from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency, which has proven pretty successful since we opened, if I do say so myself . . . and I do.

The case: figure out who burned down two art galleries.  And, given there were two bodies found in the rubble, learn who killed them . . .  coz as sure as the sun rises in the east, they weren’t victims of the fire.  They were murdered.  Question: was the fire set to cover up the killings?  Or were they two distinct, different crimes?

There’s a curious cast of characters/culprits, including (but not limited to):

♠   aspiring art manager and former queenpin    ♠   self-absorbed, now-single gallery owner    ♠   local torch    ♠   stunning femme fatale    ♠   devoted lover(s) of femme fatale    ♠   resentful ex-hubbies     ♠   upcoming (and kinda weird) artist.

We’d love it if you checked us out (and really love it if you maybe, kinda, would review it, please, please, please)?

https://www.amazon.ca/Forever-Poi-Tyler-Colins/dp/1079716483

Mahalo!

What a Joy – Forever Poi

… at 99 cents, that’s a simple joy, wouldn’t you say?  It’s Linda today.

From the 9th through the 13th, you can get the Triple Threat Investigation Agency’s third case—Forever Poi—for less than a dollar.

JJ, Rey, and I are hired by our new insurance adjuster friend, Xavier Shillingford, to determine who torched two upscale art galleries.  Sadly, a couple of bodies were found in the rubble: one of the owners and an aspiring art manager (also a queenpin in another life).

Are the arsonist and killer the same person?  And what about the motive?  Lover spurned?  Partner angry?  Insurance money?  Spite/vengeance?  In the search for answers, we encounter a few possible reasons, and several potential culprits.  Unfortunately, one or two of those ends up dead, which quickly removes them from the suspect list.  But there’s always someone else to add.

It’s as complicated a case as it is baffling, and we really have to work hard to figure out who’s who and what’s what.  Happily, we enjoy putting puzzle pieces together—even one of those 10,000-piece ones.  He-he-he.

Maybe you’d like to find out how we fare?  If so, please check us out here …

https://www.amazon.ca/Forever-Poi-Tyler-Colins/dp/1079716483

Ninety-Nine is Rea-eal Fine

Forever Poi is available for 99 cents for one more day—as in today.

Hey, it’s Rey again, tootin’ my horn, hopin’ you’ll invest 99 pennies in our third professional caper, uh, case.

This time, JJ, Linda and I are out to solve a double-arson and murder.  Who torched two Chinatown art galleries and left two charred bodies in the rubble?  Are the arsonist and killer one and the same?  We think so.  But as we try to prove that, we encounter a plethora of possible culprits (JJ just loves—what’s it called again—ah, yeah, alliteration).

The day before the fire, Carlos Kawena, one of the arson victims, had a nasty break-up with his partner, James-Henri Ossature.  There were financial issues, too.  Could James-Henri have done the dastardly deed to collect insurance and be rid of his lover?  What about the second victim, Mary-Louise Crabtree, a former queenpin?  Given her super sketchy past, maybe a former foe murdered her?  And, if that’s the case, maybe Carlos was simply collateral damage.

When we’re hired by insurance adjuster Xavier Shillingford to assist in the investigation, it soon becomes evident that professional arsonists didn’t set the fires.  As they immerse themselves in the challenging case, a host of curious characters again materializes.

Here’s a taste . . .

“Is this the Triple Threat Investigation Agency?” a soft, prickly voice asked.

. . . Crispy? Sleep slipped from my body. “It is. It’s just shy of midnight. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sure. Which chick’s this?”

I swallowed a retort. “The one with the honey highlights.”

“And black-flow-lava eyes?”

“One and the same. The name’s JJ.”

“JJ, right.” His soft, thin whistle was reminiscent of a White-Throated Sparrow. “I tried A and he’s not answering.”

“Maybe he turned his phone off.” A wave of weariness washed over me and I leaned into a wall. “The guy’s been working long hours.”

“Maybe, but it’s not like him not to be available.”

I forced a neutral tone. “What can I help you with, Crispy?”

“I been asking around. The fire wasn’t set by anyone in my circles.”

“You mean your firebug friends?” I asked dryly.

Incendiary friends, if you don’t mind,” he gibed.

Please check us out . . .

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No Whine when Ninety-Nine

Forever Poi is available for 99 cents through the 13th

Hey, it’s Rey . . . and am I embarrassed!  I thought JJ was posting about this promotion, starting May 9th, and she thought Linda was, and Linda thought I was.  OMG.  Just tattoo an “L” on our foreheads—with washable ink, of course.

It’s our third official case (and the fourth book in the series of our crazy adventures as amateur sleuths turned professional private eyes). 

JJ, Linda and I are hired to find the person responsible for torching two Chinatown art galleries, which left two bodies in the rubble.  Suspects include a self-important gallery owner with a curious if not questionable past, an art consultant as treacherous as she is beautiful, a risk-loving photographer who lives on the edge, and an up-and-coming art manager with a dicey history. 

And there are certainly a number of motives.  Take your pick: a sizeable insurance pay-out, a super ugly relationship break-up, out-and-out revenge, and/or a cover-up for past wrongdoings.

It’s a complicated case with some very precarious situations (and a few dodgy individuals you wouldn’t wanna meet in a dark alley).

Maybe you’d like to check Forever Poi out . . . ?  (We’d love—and appreciate—it if you did.)

Amazon links include: 

https://www.amazon.com/Tyler-Colins/e/B01KHOZAL2%3Fref=dbs_a_mng_rwt_scns_share

https://www.amazon.com/Forever-Triple-Threat-Mysteries-Book-ebook/dp/B07V2B4KZC/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=forever+poi&qid=1583673131&s=digital-text&sr=1-1

https://www.amazon.com/Forever-Poi-Triple-Threat-Mysteries/dp/1079716483/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

Short & Sweet Today

Hey, it’s Rey!  Hope you’re havin’ a fabulous Saturday.  The three of us are, he-he.

We were fooling around with the new FB pic—to include our latest Triple Threat Investigation Agency case, HA-HA-HA-HA.

Another drum roll, pul-leeze ……..

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And another ta-da!

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Whadya think?  Nice, huh, huh, huh?

Catchya later!

Forever Poi, Not a Ploy

Just a straight-out 99-cent promo.  Hey, it’s Rey again.  And it’s the last day for you to get Forever Poi for less than a buck.  I say, that’s a steal.

Forever Poi is our agency’s—The Triple Threat Investigation Agency, ‘case you forgot or somethin’—third official (paying) case.  Linda, JJ, and I have to discover who set fire to two upscale art galleries and left two bodies in the rubble.  One was the co-owner and the other was a former queenpin.  There seem to be some valid if not interesting reasons why people might have wanted them dead.

We stumble across a few bodies as we do our private-eye thing, which adds to the head-scratching.  Who wanted who (or is that whom) dead and why?  This case proves to be anything but easy.  But who doesn’t like a challenge or two? 

Won’t you please check us out at: https://www.amazon.ca/Forever-Poi-Tyler-Colins/dp/1079716483

Forever Poi, Not bein’ Coy

Hey, it’s Rey again.  Lindy-Loo’s “too busy” to post today.  Whatever.

He-he.  I’m never one to be/play coy, as you who know l’il ol’ me are totally aware of  . . . so-o, here you go . . .

You can get Forever Poi for a bargain at 99 cents!

Forever Poi is our third official (and paying) case, which has MIA Linda, Cousin JJ, and me determining who set fire to two upscale Chinatown art galleries and left two bodies in the ruins.  One was the co-owner.  It’s possible his partner may have wanted to collect the insurance money.  The other: a former queenpin whose past may have caught up with her.

Here’s a tidbit, as told by Cousin Jilly (JJ):

Ald adjusted the volume. “Two galleries are pretty close to being cinders, specifically the ones belonging to Carlos Kawena and James-Henri Ossature. Weren’t you supposed to be here for Carlos’ 6-tu-8 do?”

“I had to be somewhere. But I had drinks with Carlos last night to celebrate his forty-sixth and he provided a sneak-peak of the exhibit.” Xavier’s voice had taken on a serious, business-like tone. “What happened? Is he okay?”

“We found a body that wasn’t recognizable. All I know at this stage is that it’s pretty certain the fire was no accident. The only thing I can confirm is the little intimate soirée ended at eight on the nose. He’d planned to leave the gallery no later than 8:20 to be at a snooty function at nine. The fire was called in at 8:35 p.m.”

“Did he show up at that affair?”

“He didn’t tell me much about it. And I haven’t been able to reach James-Henri.”

Rey, Linda and I gazed solemnly at one another.

“Where can I meet you?”

“I’m at the Triple Threat Investigation Agency.” Ald snickered and rolled intense Maya-blue eyes. He’d always found the name of the agency comical, but hadn’t mentioned that until a few weeks ago. In truth, I’d never liked it much either, but my theatrical over-the-top cousin, also a part-time actress (commercials primarily these days), had insisted upon it. Arguing with her was rarely worth the effort, so the Triple Threat Investigation Agency it was.

“Be there as quick as I can.”

“We need serious caffeine, A, not the watered-down crap I see sitting in a pot across this office.”

“You got it.”

Ald replaced the mobile and exhaled at length. Facial lines were beginning to deepen and a thick, notched scar along the right temple was pulsing, sure signs he was growing both fatigued and irritated.

“A?” Linda asked, getting up and stretching.

“A for adjuster,” he replied with a pert smile. “That’s what he does for a living.”

“Does that mean we call you D for dick?” Rey asked breezily.

If you’d like to check out our challenging if not crazy (body-heavy) case, you can do so here: https://www.amazon.ca/Forever-Poi-Tyler-Colins/dp/1079716483